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Post by clokwerk on Oct 8, 2007 23:08:46 GMT -5
Alerted by the gigglings and somewhat mussed goings-on, Masque picked up a brisk trot, heading back to the others. Poking her head out of the cover of the denser trees, she became aware of several things: 1) Deuce was gone and 2) there was a lone foal frisking about. Unable to stop herself, the mare smiled. The stallion being gone was one thing, but a cute little foal... she really couldn't help herself.
Stallions she feared, other mares she was alright with, awkward, true, but alright with. And foals... she loved them. Sweet and innocent, unsullied by the world and full of life and joy and wonder.
Shuffling forward a little more, she called out quietly to the child. Hi there, little one. A look of concern flitted across her face. What are you doing alone and unlooked-after? You're alright, right?
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